10.22.22
When I have no words left to say,
I become the lines that do rhyme.
When I run out of memories to hold onto,
I turn these pages as my home
to welcome all my wasted time.
When I lose you to someone else,
I am the daily prose people share online.
But when I close my eyes
in an attempt to rekindle us,
I wish I am the exact words
I needed just to make you mine.
—georginariver
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